While getting that midnight the girl & the friend have an encounter in the hallway or in the kitchen.
After an awkward Hey, there & you've got the case midnight munches too sort of dialogue maybe, both of them go back to their respective bedrooms.
The girl slips off her nightdress(or whatever sexy you can come up with here
) and gets into her bed. She likes sleeping naked. They've always had a policy of knocking before going into each other rooms in their house & also there are rules for no locks on the bedroom doors esp.
She tries going back to sleep, closes her eyes for awhile; he pops up in her mind.
That smile, those baby-blues, that chiseled jaw, that head full of light brown hair-she'd like to grab onto tight once he's trying to go down on her.
With that thought she snaps back into reality.
and sighs deeply.
While she's half asleep, half awake.
She feels like there's a presence in her bedroom.
A 6'2" tall presence.
Is it him? She thinks to herself.
could it be him?
Why would he even bother?
The presence/shadow (whatever you wanna call for this part of the story) slowly slips alongside in her bed under the covers.
She tries not to scream or even to dare to ask who is it?
Not being able to herself anymore and feeling some slipperiness between her legs; she feels his hands caressing her.
She almost screamed, now overcame with joy and some horror of the realization.
He puts his other hand over her mouth, to muffle the scream.
Then he whispers in her ear, be quiet & we will both get something good out of this night.
Hope so this helps with the story